Her clothes are (mostly) there

Melissa rushed back to Jorgensen's office to see Brad standing opposite Jorgensen. She also noticed, thankfully, that her skirt and shirt were on Jorgensen's desk, so she began the process of redressing.

Sifting through the pile, she saw her sports bra with a hole in it from Jorgensen's watch. Cursing that she'd have to throw it out later, she still put it back on for now.

"Long day, huh?" Brad broke the ice.

"Hehe, you could say," Melissa pushed her breasts into her sports bra to get them to fit perfectly. With the hole in them her right nipple still poked out, but it wasn't anything her shirt couldn't fix.

"Well, I mean it's good to get everything washed promptly," Brad painfully dragged the conversation on to Procrustean lengths.

"I - I - I guess so," Melissa stammered. Even after everything, she was still embarrassed that Brad had seen her naked, but talking to him while putting her clothes back on was even worse for some reason! She put her shirt over her head and immediately noticed her portruding right nipple sensually rubbing against its fabric.

"Umm, well, I noticed you didn't have a boyfriend," Brad said hardly any more confidently than Melissa. Melissa, for her part had picked up her skirt and found that her panties were not on the desk. She shook her skirt out, again finding nothing, and looked at the desk once more.

Not wanting to rudely dismiss Brad, she simply said "uhh, yeah, I just haven't had the time, you know," as she crouched to the floor to look under the desk for her panties. Reaching her arm on the floor and finding no luck, she stood back up to once again look on Jorgensen's desk to no avail. Sighing, she concluded that they had indeed gone missing. Ever the compliant girl, though, she did not make an issue of it. Great! Now Brad probably really did think she went commando!

"Weeelll," Brad reached his arm to the back of his neck coyly, "I think I can fix that. How does coffee sound sometime next week?"

Having given up on her panties and stepping back into her skirt, her heart fluttered at this suggestion but the answer was obvious, as a shy whisper of "sure, I'd love to" hit the floor.

"Great! How about Friday at 5?"

"That works for me," Melissa shook Brad's hand as she got her purse, walked out of the hallway, through the waiting room of people who no longer noticed her, and out of the office to her car. She noticed her lack of panties throughout, especially as her bare bum felt the car seat through her skirt on the way home. This would at least make undressing for the shower easier, she thought. Speaking of the shower, she had a lot to mull over...